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12 August 2013

First things first! I recently watched Jack the Giant Slayer and you must tell me...

Would she or would she not make an excellent Krys? (Green eyes aside) Just looking for your thoughts.

Speaking of which, I feel inclined to share with you a small snippet of what I've been working of in Tailslide. So, without further ado, here's a sneak peak at Tailslide:

My foot landed
squarely in his face with a loud and satisfying crack. Blood began
to gush from his nose, spilling all down his shirt. He doubled over,
screaming and cursing and howling in pain. Without hesitation I
snatched my dagger out from his belt and dodged toward the pile of
crates. Above the crates was a zip line. The plan had barely started
to formulate before I realized just how much this was going to hurt.
But, it wasn't like I had many other choices.

With one great
bound the zip line handle was in my left hand, but I wasn't free yet.
Swinging my leg as hard as I could, I managed to clear a large stack
of crates to my left, but not without sending my body careening
sideways. The burning in my shoulder and wrist bit deep into the
muscle and refused to release, but I couldn't let go, not just yet.
The ground was still too far away and I was still recovering from my
last great leap.

Legs swinging and
flailing every which way, arm cramping, and knife held overhead, I
sped toward the bottom of the line where a rather intimidating man
waited, arms outstretched. My options flipped in front of me like a
possessed Rolodex. One in particular stuck out and I went with it. It
all started with swinging my back leg forward. The man below laughed
at this. He wouldn't be laughing for long.

A split second
before landing, tucked in my extended leg, forcing the excess energy
into extending my other leg into a kick which landed smack in his
xiphoid complex. The resulting crunch was not a pleasant one. No
sooner did my foot make contact than I let go of the zip line
bringing me hammering down on his already crushed sternum. As if that
wasn't enough, I rammed my knife into his neck.

There was a time
that I would have cared that I'd just taken a life, when the blood
spilling across the deck would have troubled me to sickness, but that
time had long since passed. These people weren't human. They
kidnapped, experimented, treated my kind as animals all for the sake
of aether. If us nightlings had to die for them to get their fill of
aether, then by all means, I'd kill them first.

“Two down,” I
muttered, pulling my knife from the man's jugular with a putrid spray
of dark blood. “Who's next?”

07 August 2013

As you may know, I seem to write a lot of crazy. And by "a lot" I obviously mean every other character...The list seems to include at least one character per chapter that's a little bit off their rocker. And, though it might not be obvious at first, you'll quickly see exactly what I mean.

Let's think... who are some of my special crazies?...
Elicith, Ero, Ve, Fes, Constantine, Drystan, Cassandra, Caps, Alasier, Maggie, Asper, and even Krys and Cadence are all various levels of mentally unstable.

So why? you may ask. Do you want the simple answer or the complicated one? Because the simple one is that aether affects the mind. A human mind can only handle so much aether at a time, overusing it, overdoing it, can cause a sort of psychosis, split personality disorder, or even drain your life.

You want complex?

Let's take the Dureri from my novella Adrianna. Obviously there's something unnatural about them, their actions seem to be outside the realm of normal human behavior. And yeah, sure, you can write that off as it being a simple matter of them not exactly being mortal in the strictest sense. But there's more to it. You can only torture people for so long without going just a little bit mad. Drystan is the best example of this.

In the first novella, Adrianna, the character of Drystan is explored a little. He's described as obsessive, clingy, and impulsive. He's described as hating who and what he is. At first glance this is brushed off with an explanation that may seem a little too easy: he views the body as sacred and doesn't like seeing anyone hurting - let alone doing the hurting himself. If you haven't read the book yet, please do so. Just keep in mind that this description of him isn't a cop out, I'm just holding out on you. ;)

Later in the series Drystan's psychosis deepens as he becomes more obsessed with Adrianna and goes down a... questionable path. I try to make it a little unclear as to why this is (after all, I have to keep challenging your mind, don't I?), however I will say this, being Dureri isn't all that it seems. Sure there's the glamor and the immortality and the inability to feel pain, but there's a little bit of a side affect that most Dureri don't even notice: split personality disorder. (This is explored in Adrianna, so if you have questions, go read the novella.)

The mind doesn't have the capability to deal with the whole new set of input, heightened senses, all the goodies of being Dureri. So, the mind creates a divergent personality that can cope with the entirely new life. Over time the two personality sets merge - usually as the trauma of being changed lessens - sometimes this creates a super genius like Renee, Gilgamesh or Nereida. And sometimes you get a messed up jumble of a person like in the cases of Cassandra and Drystan.

For other cases, you're just going to have to read through the stories, aren't you. ;)

01 August 2013

As some of you may have noticed, I didn't blog on Monday or Wednesday. What some of you may not have noticed (and I mean, really, how could you notice unless you've been spying on me?! *gasp*) that I've been editing a lot of Hard Bank Left lately! I've come to several realizations, not the least of which being who the bad guys are/bad guy motivation. (I refer you to this last Friday's blog.)

I've also been thinking a lot about Krys's family relations, and her discontentment at home and I realized - though I really have no idea how - that Krys is the middle child of three. This has put a number of plot twists in my head that I really can't wait to share with you... but you're going to have to wait until the middle of Tailslide to hear about them! Muahahahaha! xD But seriously, it's killing me not telling you right now!

In other news! The first two chapters of HBL will be available for public reading in the up and coming magazine Book-it! from Chapter One. I'm so stoked. I've been working with the editor to get an exclusive look to the story, including but not limited to pictures. It's been really fun and I hope you enjoy the effort. If you don't live in Utah and are looking for a copy of my story in the magazine, you can pre-order your copy of the first issue here, subscriptions are available.

Also! super awesome bonus material alertI am holding a competition for best Steam Punk! If you are into cosplay, are an artist, or you have friends who are, this is for you.

In Hard Bank Left, Target Lost, and Tailslide there are a ton of fight scenes. In these there are characters the have special physic abilities. The winner of this competition will get the opportunity to be written into one of these three stories as either a good guy or a bad guy with one of these abilities. Here is your chance to be immortalized in fiction!

THE COMPETITION:To enter into this competition, you must submit a picture or drawing of you or one of your original characters/alter-egos to aletheraia@gmail.com no later than August 15th. The winner will be announced the next day in my usual Fan Art Friday post.

SUBMISSION RULES:

The character must a specific mental ability. For a list of powers, check out my wiki page. This doesn't have to be demonstrated, just let me know in the email.

The character must demonstrate that they are in the Shadow Cast world by having one or more of the following objects:

has objects that glow cyan

has an elaborately decorated key

has a mix of steampunk and cyberpunk tech (ie a musket and a flexi)

If a bad guy, the character must demonstrate some sort of military insignia

If a good guy, the character must stand out as being eccentric in some way (ex. they're crazy, have no sense of style, or are a gypsy)

26 July 2013

Continuing with the bad guy theme: Constantine. The baddest bad guy ever - supposedly. In truth I know little about this guy. I know his history. I know his basic appearance. I know what has happened in his life. But his motivation is still a mystery to me. In writing HBL I had a close encounter with him... But this still leaves him a mystery to me. Thankfully, the edits I have in mind for Hard Bank Left give me the space to make Constantine the silent predator. I have very few pictures of him, but I'll share what I have.

There you go. That's pretty much it... only a little older. He's pretty much a scary business man. Aaaand I really need to work on him. *sigh*

But I do have pictures of The Twins. Yeah, that's right, The Twins. They're a pair of grotesquely evil torturing Dureri that I'm going to cover in Target Lost. I'm not going to tell you much in hopes that you'll find out in the webisodes. But, here are the reference photos that I totally love!

12 July 2013

Again, I am a little low on fan art, but at least I'm getting a few more fans. :) *waves hello to the half dozen people paying attention* But, I have my website up and running! So, if you're still looking for the latest webisode of Target Lost to pop up here, you're out of luck, because it's over there now.

Whelp, I suppose it's about time I talk about the Keypers and their keys. I know, you haven't really gotten there in the book. I've only posted two chapters. But! For those of you that have seen the pictures of the really cool keys that I keep posting I still owe you an explanation.

I stumbled across Keyper's Cove about a year ago and was immediately inspired by their array of fantastical keys. This inspiration bloomed into an obsession with underground, grass roots movements society... thing! (Yes, I know that seems a little redundant. I'm getting to it!). Underground because it's society that has taken root among a culture/group/sub-race of humans that most people don't know exist, and grass roots movement because the majority of the culture doesn't even know the society exists. If you have (a) better word(s) to describe what I just said, feel free to offer it.

In my mind, there are many traits of these keys that are unique, which I really won't go into detail about here (a woman has to have her secrets), but the main feature is that each member of this society-thing has their own, one specially made for them and specially attuned to their aether (not to be confused with The Aether).

Here are just some of the keys from Keyper's Cove that I've used as inspiration in The Shadow Cast Chronicles:

28 June 2013

This week came and went pretty fast. But with someone out there stealing your days it's kind of hard not for the week to go by fast. And with the heat and the lack of A/C, it's kind of hard to keep your mind from grogging up - therefore focus is a major issue for me.

Enough with the small talk! Here is the fan art for this week!

art by the amazing Andrea Hatch, she sent it to me with the caption "Some one's ginger has been all up in my business tonight." Oh Drea, you crack me up.

Unfortunately, that's the only fan art I've had this week. I really should work on expanding my fan base. lol But, I figure I might as well keep you entertained with some art that has inspired me over the last two years.

12 June 2013

Ebony Kitredge wasn't much of a one to waste her time with frivolous
things, things like "flying safely in low altitude", or things like "not
blowing up the next thing that comes around the corner", you know, the
little useless things. Her flight crew didn't much agree on these
obviously meaningless points. She was getting an ear full of just how
much they didn't agree with her over her lavishly comfortable head
phones. She would deal with them later. After all, she was too busy not
bothering with frivolous things like "flying safely in low altitude" and
"not blowing up the next thing that comes around the corner". Of
course, if you had just stolen the prototype of the hyper-light, missile
class airship - which the dolts that invented it had the nerve to call
'Heliosphere' when it so very much deserved a more threatening name like
'The Black Arrow' or something cool like that... If you had just stolen
a ship even half as awe-strikingly fantastic as that, you probably
wouldn't care for such frivolous things either.

Darn it! Now I want to write an entire short story based off this character! Curse you Brian Kisinger!!! lol